Maybe we did run into each other at some point then and don't remember it. [Guin offers an amused laugh and a smile.] Guinevere Davies. Only daughter of Arthur Davies, the hedge fund manager.
[But that's the only reaction she has to this reveal. Guin has always tried to only consider people by who they are in front of her, because she spent her whole youth being judged by either her name or her looks. People assumed she was either a pretty girl with no brains or a mean girl with too much money. And while she was good-looking and she could be arrogant, she had never been malicious. She never wanted to tear anyone down; she only wanted her own attention. She loved, probably too much, proving people wrong and being able to impress them.
It wasn't until she joined the Navy that she found her tribe. People who didn't give a damn what her name was or where she came from, and taught her a trade. Now she has a reputation that has nothing to do with her amazing breasts and she hasn't even been back to Beverly Hills in ages. If some of her school friends saw the modest apartment she's living in now, down the street from a pretty weathered military base, they'd die.]
This dry spell is absolutely miserable, I'm not gonna lie. I enjoy sex. But these days I'm trying to make sure it's with people I actually enjoy before I get their clothes off. [Instead of just doing it for the sake of getting laid.] But now I understand your trepidation a bit better. I'm sure there are also those girls who hit on you because they want to say they've banged someone famous. At least god there were a few of those when I was growing up.
I don't miss that time in my life at all, I don't think.
[She had promised she wasn't going to flirt, but she found herself genuinely getting along with Dick, which meant she was even blushing a little.]
That is honestly entirely possible. There are times I drank a lot of champagne and did a lot of eye rolling and talking that I didn't really care about. I met so many people... I'm sorry if I met you and didn't remember.
[There's a genuine look there. Dick drinks up the rest of his beer and signals for another. He's feeling a lot better now than he had earlier and it's very obvious by the way he reaches over and slides his hand along hers lightly in a motion asking her to forgive him.
In a lot of ways, Dick could be loving. He was not really great at pulling apart his work from the people he cared a lot about. It was never a match made in heaven. He didn't have the communication skills, wasn't taught them. Now that he's more self taught, he's got to force himself to use them. He needs to not take on the world by himself. He thinks he can do it. Eventually.
Right now, he's more focused on Guin talking about sex, and thinking about what he misses about it. It's been since Metropolis, and that was quite a while ago. ]
I think it's good to enjoy the person you're taking your clothes off with. I guess that's why I was, uh, suggesting skinny dipping.. [He coughs, and looks down to his new beer and then back across at Guin, because yes, he'd been suggesting that as something they could do-- even if it was merely the hottub at the top of his building. He had the keys to lock the door behind them, and all the security footage was under his control. ]
You're right, a lot of women want to sleep with and be with a man or woman who has money, and a name. That's how Bruce still does it. He's famous for his playboy ways, and I refuse to take on his mantle in a lot of ways. That doesn't mean I'm not going to have fun. I like to have a good time.
It’s okay. I was a lot more of a brat back then, I might have made you crazy. At least we didn’t hook up in some coat closet or something, because that I think we would remember.
[Guin smiles at the touch though, and lets her fingers play with his. There are no hard feelings about something that may not even have happened. And she feels confident that if it were anything major, even if it was a one off fling in the back room of some party just to keep from being bored, they would know. She is borderline arrogant about her sexual prowess and Dick seems like he’s no slouch in that department either. Any hookup between them would have been memorable.
Could still be as his phrasing and the look he gives afterwards get her to finally catch on and the pink on her cheeks turns to red at missing the initial offer. One she is very much interested in. He seems like he gets her, she certainly gets where he’s coming from and her only concern is making sure she’s not too forward. That whatever they do only goes as far as Dick wants it to go because Guin knows she’ll be up for any dirty thing he suggests.]
Oh! You meant us, I thought you were just using that as an example. I would really like to do that with you. Just know you’ll be the one in charge because leave it up to me and I can get pretty wild. [And as fun as that would be she’s here more interested in seeing where this can go between them, whether as friends or whatever it ends up being, than just hopping on his cock.]
[After all that talk, it's cute the way her cheeks turn red with embarassment. Dick figured she might have taken it all in stride considering how they met and what they were discussing when they ended up with a misguided text. It doesn't really matter to him how wild they end up getting tonight. He's up for a little fun. It's been a while and he needs something to bring him out of his funk.
If she's up for a little bit of craziness then he is too.]
You know we're both consenting adults. I think we can both be in charge. Since I haven't had a lot of time to do background research, how about the hottub on the top of my apartment building. I have the keys to the roof so I can lock it behind us, and have control of every security camera in the building and can make sure that we are the only ones with copies, or that we erase them together if you want, considering I know neither of us need anything getting out.
That sounds like a plan. I was going to get out of this uniform anyway.
[She grins. Given their discussion she has no worries about anything getting out anyway; Dick is clearly well versed in discretion. And at this point if anyone at work heard she slept with someone they would likely congratulate her for getting back out there, knowing how she hasn't since before she even met them. She has a lot less to lose now that she's not working a classified job.
Guin lets Dick settle the tab because she has something else in mind: a little thank-you for the invite out in the first place, though she hopes they'll be too distracted to remember it. Once he lets her know where she's going she says.] I'll stop on my way and pick up dessert. You bought the drinks, I can spring for some snacks for us to unwind after.
[After they burn off some calories.
She meets him on the street outside his building not too long later - there's not much of a line for donuts at this hour - holding the bag of Krispy Kremes. But that's absolutely not what she's thinking about as she follows him inside. There's a nervous excitement of wanting this to be good for both of them warring with that impulsive part of her that tells her to stop thinking and just do whatever she wants. Which is at that moment to say something much dirtier than she's said the whole rest of the night as they take the elevator up to the roof. It's part flirt and part joke delivered with a smirk.] I'm not going to be upset at all if you end up eating my pussy instead of the donuts, by the way.
I'm sure you'll look delightful out of that uniform.
[Ducking his head, Dick looks at her from beneath his long lashes, enjoy the banter and flirtation currently. One thing Dick has always been fairly good at was talking sex. He never failed to enjoy that one thing at least. He had no idea what he was getting himself into tonight, but it felt like it wasn't a terrible thing because at least there was a date that didn't involve either of them diving into this for the wrong reasons.
With a nod the tab is taken care of. His name was his card, and that was enough. They knew where the bill was going. After saying goodbye with a simple hug, Dick takes his bike back to his place and pulls a few towels from the closet. They will need things to dry with. As an afterthought, he grabs some robes as well-- getting back into street clothes after a hot soak is such a pain.
He runs back down to meet Guin outside and has her greet the man at the front desk, letting him know that he might be seeing her again, and that she's more than welcome to come up the elevator, and that Dick would see to letting her in. Inside the elevator, Dick hits the button for the top floor, and shows her the panel where she can punch in the code to by-pass security.
Right now, he punches in a general code that lets them both into his apartment, most days he has it set to something special that allows people up and notifies him so that he can let them in after they reach the alcove to his door. The door's unlocked. ]
Just grabbing some beer and a bottle of tequila for funsies. I'm glad you bought sweets. I've never really done much eating in the hottub, but we can always give it a go.
[Taking his bag, they step back out to the elevator and hit the button to reach the roof one floor above them. Dick takes out his magic key ring, which consists of a digital scanner-- and then uses the security pad by the door and his thumb print to get on the roof. Did he mention that he also owns the roof? That it's his private getaway space. There are a few secrets he keeps. Stepping out, it's tiled and there's a small firepit to one side, a hot tub not too far away, which is already open and bubbling. It's ringed with twinkling lights and unlit candles currently. Dick laughs and swings an arm around Guin at her comment.]
Darling, if I end up eating you out I'm going to run the donuts through all that goodness, spread it across your body and lick it all off you, frosting and all. It's a good thing there's a deck around the hot tub, huh. I won't make you hold your breath to suck my cock either.
I mean, I was just going to ask if you liked glazed or filled.
[She laughs. Guin has never had anyone eat anything off her, and while she's not opposed, she'd just figured Dick would enjoy dessert. Something to help them unwind while they relax in the hot tub and keep the conversation going. Or it's increasingly sounding like there won't be that much talking. She sets the bag containing the donuts aside to where it's safely out of splash range but close enough that she can grab it later without having to get out, before she starts undressing.
For obvious reasons Guin is a little fastidious about the uniform. It's easy to get ot of and neatly folded and set aside. She's not wearing anything sexy underneath, not having gone out this morning with the idea of anything more than going to work and then going out for a drink, but her body is in great shape. She knows she's an attractive woman and while she's not as perfectly toned as she used to be when she had a weekly gym regimen she's still fit. Actually this is a reminder that she should get back in the gym at least once a week, that playing tennis probably shouldn't be the only active thing she does.
She slips out of her bra and panties, adds them to the pile revealing her perfectly shaved pussy along with the aforementioned breasts, but doesn't move right away letting Dick get a good look at her.] Is this the most low-key night you've ever had? [She jokes because she's feeling pretty chill and hopes he is too.]
[Never one to break up an atmosphere, Dick was happy to join along with her plan. It made him laugh. He didn't normally bring food into the bedroom, but there was always time to be creative if that's where things ended up going while they were naked and feeling of a sort.
Dick slipped his shirt over his head, and began to work the tight jeans he wore off his legs. His torso was lean, but muscular. It was easy to see the strength and power that was worked into his body. He was a natural at everything that had to do with being fit, and kept himself in immaculate shape because he had to. There were also scars that criss-crossed here and there, plenty of knife marks and a few bullet wounds. One very notable scar looked like it tore through and across his jugular on the right side of his neck, almost looking fatal-- but obviously he was here alive. There were only a couple healing bruises, but they were more green blue now than the purple they'd been a few days ago.
He obviously wasn't bothered by anything as he stripped, and moved to the stairs to climb the platform so that he could descend into the warm bubbling waters. Floating to a dip in the wall made for sitting across from the stairs, Dick settles against some jets and sighs, pulling over one of the beers he brought.]
I don't know what I'd do without this up here some nights. It's exactly perfect.
It’s beautiful. Obviously took a lot of work to put in.
[Guin slipped in after him. She was feeling bold so instead of sitting across from him she decided to sit beside him. They were obviously developing a comfort level with one another so she figured she could get away with it. Tucking her hair back behind her ear.]
How long have you lived here? It all still feels new to me. Probably because I guess it is, having been overseas for a few years.
I hired people. There are a few things that I splurge on now and then. I had this rooftop updated, all the security put in, including the front doorman and had my apartment done.
[There's a little bit of guilt there. Dick could have gone further uptown and stayed there, but he prefers to be closer to the action if things get nasty. It's a little bit less nice of an area here, but his place has the built in secret exit to the fire escape which works so that no one can see him coming and going as Nightwing and when he needs to get where he's going he can. Plus, there's a nearby building that offers a chopper pad if he's got to get to another city quickly.
Dick reaches out to run his fingers through her hair, pulling it out of the water as he does and laying it on the surface behind them, bit by bit. It's an aimless motion as they talk, but also a way of touching her without getting too close yet.]
Like I said, I've done renovation on the building. This is one of the older sections of town and an older building. I like to give back when I can. This area needed some improvements, and this is one way I can do that. I used all local contractors and goods when I could. I had been living in a small town before this outside of Metropolis, so this was a good change.
That’s really nice of you. And if you’re comfortable that’s what really matters. I remember being totally lost when I went hunting for my apartment. I’d never had a place of my own before. I went on gut feeling and the fact it was close to the base but not too close.
[She chuckles, looking bashful again for a second. Guin is still fitting in to city life in so many ways. She’d gone from school to basic training to immediately being shipped overseas. So in many ways now it felt like doing things she should have done ten years ago.
She settles her hand on his knee, fingers playing a random pattern against the skin.]
I thought I could be a hero. I certainly wanted to be. But after a couple of years it just wore me down. What I do now, sometimes it feels so unimportant, but I tell myself it’s still a life of service and it’s still helping people. Just in a smaller quieter way. Because you don’t have to worry about paperwork.
I grew up in Gotham, so that's all that I knew for a long time. It took me a while to branch out, but my brand of work will always be tied to big cities. I will always have a tie to Bruce Wayne, no matter how much I tried to push away from him, but it's important. I like my place now. It fits me.
[He used to have a lot more troubles with Bruce, but they've made a temporary peace after Bruce took a dive off the deep end and killed the Joker. It's a large world out there, and there are plenty of criminals for Dick to send off to the pound, whatever flavor they are. There's people who run underground gigs in pretty much every big city, and he's here to break them down and put them down for good, all the way to the top rung.
Dedication to work has always been important to him, but getting out and meeting people is important too now-- so it's nice to be up here with Guin. He smiles at her thoughts on being a superhero. He could see her giving Dove a run for her money.
Dick runs a finger over her cheekbone and turns towards her.]
I've known a couple superheros that were nothing more than really tough ass people, working hard to keep assholes off the street. I imagine that you count.
[Leaning in, Dick brushes his lips across hers lightly, testing the waters at first before pressing in deeper, letting his tongue sweep against the part in her lips, seeking entrance to twist and tangle with hers, wanting to explore and learn her flavor along with experience what it is she has to offer.]
[Guin is a willing participant in the kiss, first and foremost because she wants to kiss Dick and as much else as he’s willing to let her do. She is happy to let him open up to her and willing to do the same with him, even if this is the only time they see one another. Although she’s taking his words from earlier to heart, that they could see each other again.
But the other reason is that Dick kissing her keeps her from protesting. She still wrestles with feeling like she’s not doing enough, even though she likes the people she works with and likes the safety and security. Her inner critic tells her she left her team and left her husband because she couldn’t handle it. So she welcomes the attention. Her tongue slowly tangling with his as she dares to move closer, not entirely on his lap but she’s getting there.]
[That inner critic is a very difficult thing to face and Dick's been there before. He's had to fight himself on numerous occasions. Before, he always thought that striking out on his own and swinging into the shadows without his backup was a better plan than getting them hurt or possibly killed, but it's always backfired and somehow ended in worse situations happening. If he had a more open life, this might be a thing he could share, but for now all he can do is match mouths with her.
Lifting a hand, Dick slides it along her slim stomach and over the trim muscles that she's kept toned by working in the forces as she has. It's easy to see why she's proud of her body. He sucks at her bottom lip and pulls off to kiss down her neck, leaving little tiny pink marks in his wake that he knows will be gone by morning. ]
[She’s happy to let his hands wander wherever Dick wants. Groaning softly at the attention his mouth is giving, she shifts so that she is fully facing him and straddling his lap. Playfully she grinds her hips into his, while bracing one hand on his shoulder and the other trailing its way along his side. There is nothing to say just yet as she doesn’t want Dick to stop what he’s doing just to respond to her. She hopes that the noises she’s making and the repeated press of her pussy sliding against his cock makes it clear that she’s enjoying herself.]
[Normally Dick takes things a little slower with a woman, but Guin is pretty forward given how she's moved into his lap already and is grinding delightfully against his body. The slick feeling of her pussy pressed against his cock has him moaning against her neck. His hand scoops up from her stomach and gracefully cups at her breast. He's gentle enough not to manhandle her, but offers a firm pressure. Lifting his legs offers him all the leverage needed to grasp around her areola with his mouth.
He pulls the entire brown circle back, and sucks on it while flicking the nipple back and forth with his tongue. He chases it lightly with his teeth before releasing and then offers the other side the exact same thing.]
Fuck. You're gorgeous. I love your body.
[Dick lowers his legs, and holds her around the waist with one arm and slides his cock along her folds to tease her. His mouth takes hers again, and eagerly ravishes it with his own, using all the skills he has in kissing. Normally he'd spend time with his tongue between her legs, but while they are in the water, he uses his fingers. Two slip inside her and his thumb begins to work her clit.]
There you go, beautiful. how does that feel. Good?
Yeah, that feels perfect. Just wish I could do more for you right now.
[Since in this position and especially with the steady rhythm of his fingers Guin is somewhat under Dick’s spell at the moment. She’s breathing harder, a wild look in her eyes between pride at how attractive her body is and how much she wants to explore every inch of his. Once they get this first orgasm out of the way she’ll happily suggest he lay her out on the deck or bend her over. For now she tries to slip her hand down beside his so she can start to jerk his cock, fingers playing over the bulbous head.]
How about I blow you later? Get my lips around this solid dick? Or anything else you want me to lick.
[Because she enjoyed having her ass played with and so was making the offer to do the same for him if that was something Dick found pleasurable. From what she’d seen as he slipped into the hot tub he had an impressive ass and a great cock to match.]
You're doing just fine, trust me. I'm going to have you on my cock right after you come for me. That's all you've got to do. I want to see you come, and then when you're nice and wet, I'll pull you right on top of me and fuck you so good, you'll feel full for days.
[Nudging her neck back, Dick works his mouth down to the top of her breast, to make sure he's in a place clothing will hide things and begins to set his marks on her. His mouth pulls her skin tight and deep bringing up large purple bruises that taste lightly of copper each time. Dick likes knowing that for a little while, anyone that sees her with her clothes off will know that he was hers for a spell of time.
It's his mouth, and his fingers that make her feel this way. Dancing his fingers up and in just a short way to make sure he's rubbing against that forward little area while he rubs at her clit, working circles around gently and then more firmly the more he feels it swell beneath his fingertips, he encourages her with dirty words and by telling her how good she looks as he does this, how perfect her pussy is, and how silken she feels inside. All he needs is for her to come for him. That's it.]
[Guin really likes her partners talking dirty to her. It feeds her ego because she knows how beautiful she is and prides herself on being able to turn anyone on. But it’s also just arousing to hear what Dick thinks about her, what he wants to do with her. He’s very good with his hands, the attention to detail in all the right spots, and she murmurs his name as the orgasm builds. Moans it again louder when she comes, clenching around his fingers. She knows she’ll want to see him again, if he’ll have her. Want to see what she can do to make him quiver and melt for her the way she’s melting for him.]
Oh fuck, there you go, what a good girl you are. Mmn, yeah, come all over my fingers. Damn. I'm going to fill you so good.
[It'd been a while for him, but this part-- all of it really was easy. He knew women and being the detective that he was, it only took a little while of being with someone to see what they responded to and Dick loved to make a woman respond for him. It didn't matter so much who he was with, he wanted them to melt under his touch. Licking his lips as she came, Dick's only regret was that he couldn't taste her the way he wanted. He pulled his fingers up and sucked at them with a small groan.
Even though there was a heavy dose of chlorine, he could still smell and taste her. There was plenty of her thicker wetness that covered his digits as he licked over them. ] Fuck, Guin. You taste so good. Come here.
[He brought her mouth to his and shared what he had, and then lifted them one brief second out of the water. He pulled a small pearl of come from the tip of his Dick and wiped it over her lips, before kissing that into the mix. It was the two of them combined, and it fucking had him so damn hard. Dropping back in the water, he pulled her over him and slowly began to enter her on a long groan of her name. He'd opened her up and so she was silken and ready. ]
[The groan into his mouth was deep, almost more of a growl. Guin would easily describe herself as kinky and come play was one of those things she enjoyed. Having Dick share himself with her like that was an immediate turn-on and he would tell it from how eagerly she responded to that kiss. It made her even more curious about him. Wanting to know more about what got him hard, if he was as willing to try different ideas and positions as she was, if she could tell him more of her dirty secrets and preferences. Guin was always blunt when sex was the topic but she rarely met a partner, man or woman, whom she could ask for the things that really drove her wild.
Maybe Dick was one of those people.
His groan was matched by her wanting moan as he pushed inside her. Dick's cock was hard and thick, exactly thick enough to stretch her and give her that little bit of extra pleasure from feeling so full.] Fuck yeah I like that. God you're so hard. [She panted against his lips before her own curled in a naughty, hungry smirk. He had done a good job of making her crave him already, between the dirty talk and the way he wasn't hesitating in pleasuring her.] If you wanna really get wet, I can show you how to make me squirt. But you might want to save that for when we're out of the water. [She'd rather get herself all over his gorgeous body as much as possible.]
[Life had given Dick his own share of kinks that he didn't often share with other women. Living harshly and having come back to life nestled a sliver of darkness in him that he often translated into sex in tiny little ways. He did his best to keep his life balanced and as healthy as he could for who he was. It was the growl that pulled a nip to her lip, one that was sharper than he normally gave.
Copper burst over his palate and he added that to the mixture that would come, the one that mixed up their own carnal delights. Dick never minded any sort of dirty talk. He was pretty good at it when he was in the mood and not focused on work. That was the problem, dragging him away. He was trying, and tonight Guin was exactly what the doctor ordered. He'd do his best to give what was asked, and would ask in return-- to see if it was even in the realm of possibilities.
Finding his pace inside her, Dick worked himself at a more forward angle. Hearing that she could squirt, usually meant that she also had no troubles with inner orgasms and those he knew how to give. It was all about the right angle of his hips and being a master of flexibility, Dick knew how to work his hips and could hold certain positions forever based on his core training ]
Fuck. That's so sexy. We'll save that later, I'll get some towels down and put some somewhere soft where we can really work you up. I'll get you with my cock and my fingers, and see how good you squirt for me.
[If she thought about it, Guin might be worried about the blood. She still had to show up for work the next day, and she worked alongside a cohort who was fiercely protective of her; he'd definitely think something had happened. She would have to find a way to explain herself to Steve. Explain that this wasn't like before when she'd been drafted into another Intelligence mission and come back injured, that this was something much more pleasurable without giving him information he would definitely not want.
But that was a later problem. A problem that only flitted through her head before she was focused on the movements of Dick inside her, on holding on tightly to him and stealing kisses whenever their labored breathing allowed her to do so. He'd already realized she didn't necessarily like to sit still. If she could do anything at all to give back to him while he was pleasing her, she would.]
Oh god you feel great. You can go harder if you want. I like a man who doesn't try to handle me. Although I might be able to show you a few things if you like me being in control. [Said with a playful purr. She didn't have her toys with her, but Guin usually preferred to use her mouth and fingers anyway. She had no doubt she could have Dick as exploding for her as she was about to do for him.]
[Honestly it was barely a cut in her lip, and could be explained away by her biting her own lip during a surprise or while she tripped over something, if she needed an excuse. Dick would happily give her one. He was wonderful at cover ups and leaving marks where they wouldn't normally be seen. It was rare of him to do something so bold-- but he's a man starved, and she tastes of ambrosia -- ever single part of her. He would taste her soul if he could.
Letting go of control was something very rare for Dick, but that might be something he'd consider later if they continued to click in their relationship. For now, all he could think about was how wet and slick her pussy was.] Fuck you feel so damn good. I want to try something else if you're up for it.
[Lifting her off of him briefly, he turned and put her facing the wall of the hottub, then he came up behind her and pushed inside her, offering a far deeper angle. She was free to move against him however she wanted, and even sit back further. This allowed him to pound into her cervix if she was into that. He'd take it as deep as she would let him, with grunt after grunt.]
Oh yeah, this is fucking, ugh, this is so good, you're so good, so tight and wet for me. Fucking love this pussy.
[There was no holding back now. Dick wrapped an arm around her waist on one side, and dug his fingers into her hip on the other, tight enough to bruise later-- but it was nothing that would be felt now as he damned them both with the pace he took. The water swirled around them, fighting back, but this was Dick Grayson and he wouldn't be foiled by a little bit of water, not when he wanted something this desperately. ]
[Guin responded to the new position of their bodies almost immediately, with a sharp moan spilling from her lips. Even though she trusted Dick to hold her, she couldn't stop the reflex of her hands gripping the edge in front of her, needing to anchor herself to something as he pounded into her with a new fervor. Guin knew where that line was between enjoyably wild fucking and discomfort, and Dick had found that exact pace she liked with very little prompting.]
[And she punctuated that with another needy cry, this time it was his name spilling from her lips as the orgasm took her. Her hips jerked back into him as the rest of her muscles tensed and she felt everything drain from her body. There were a few moments where it felt like she was floating as the euphoria of her release washed over her. But Guin was never a one and done type, especially when Dick hadn't gotten off yet, and so after that short break there was a hunger in her belly for more. A new lust in her voice even as she was still panting out her breaths.]
Come on. Come for me. I wanna feel everything you've got.
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[But that's the only reaction she has to this reveal. Guin has always tried to only consider people by who they are in front of her, because she spent her whole youth being judged by either her name or her looks. People assumed she was either a pretty girl with no brains or a mean girl with too much money. And while she was good-looking and she could be arrogant, she had never been malicious. She never wanted to tear anyone down; she only wanted her own attention. She loved, probably too much, proving people wrong and being able to impress them.
It wasn't until she joined the Navy that she found her tribe. People who didn't give a damn what her name was or where she came from, and taught her a trade. Now she has a reputation that has nothing to do with her amazing breasts and she hasn't even been back to Beverly Hills in ages. If some of her school friends saw the modest apartment she's living in now, down the street from a pretty weathered military base, they'd die.]
This dry spell is absolutely miserable, I'm not gonna lie. I enjoy sex. But these days I'm trying to make sure it's with people I actually enjoy before I get their clothes off. [Instead of just doing it for the sake of getting laid.] But now I understand your trepidation a bit better. I'm sure there are also those girls who hit on you because they want to say they've banged someone famous. At least god there were a few of those when I was growing up.
I don't miss that time in my life at all, I don't think.
[She had promised she wasn't going to flirt, but she found herself genuinely getting along with Dick, which meant she was even blushing a little.]
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[There's a genuine look there. Dick drinks up the rest of his beer and signals for another. He's feeling a lot better now than he had earlier and it's very obvious by the way he reaches over and slides his hand along hers lightly in a motion asking her to forgive him.
In a lot of ways, Dick could be loving. He was not really great at pulling apart his work from the people he cared a lot about. It was never a match made in heaven. He didn't have the communication skills, wasn't taught them. Now that he's more self taught, he's got to force himself to use them. He needs to not take on the world by himself. He thinks he can do it. Eventually.
Right now, he's more focused on Guin talking about sex, and thinking about what he misses about it. It's been since Metropolis, and that was quite a while ago. ]
I think it's good to enjoy the person you're taking your clothes off with. I guess that's why I was, uh, suggesting skinny dipping.. [He coughs, and looks down to his new beer and then back across at Guin, because yes, he'd been suggesting that as something they could do-- even if it was merely the hottub at the top of his building. He had the keys to lock the door behind them, and all the security footage was under his control. ]
You're right, a lot of women want to sleep with and be with a man or woman who has money, and a name. That's how Bruce still does it. He's famous for his playboy ways, and I refuse to take on his mantle in a lot of ways. That doesn't mean I'm not going to have fun. I like to have a good time.
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[Guin smiles at the touch though, and lets her fingers play with his. There are no hard feelings about something that may not even have happened. And she feels confident that if it were anything major, even if it was a one off fling in the back room of some party just to keep from being bored, they would know. She is borderline arrogant about her sexual prowess and Dick seems like he’s no slouch in that department either. Any hookup between them would have been memorable.
Could still be as his phrasing and the look he gives afterwards get her to finally catch on and the pink on her cheeks turns to red at missing the initial offer. One she is very much interested in. He seems like he gets her, she certainly gets where he’s coming from and her only concern is making sure she’s not too forward. That whatever they do only goes as far as Dick wants it to go because Guin knows she’ll be up for any dirty thing he suggests.]
Oh! You meant us, I thought you were just using that as an example. I would really like to do that with you. Just know you’ll be the one in charge because leave it up to me and I can get pretty wild. [And as fun as that would be she’s here more interested in seeing where this can go between them, whether as friends or whatever it ends up being, than just hopping on his cock.]
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If she's up for a little bit of craziness then he is too.]
You know we're both consenting adults. I think we can both be in charge. Since I haven't had a lot of time to do background research, how about the hottub on the top of my apartment building. I have the keys to the roof so I can lock it behind us, and have control of every security camera in the building and can make sure that we are the only ones with copies, or that we erase them together if you want, considering I know neither of us need anything getting out.
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[She grins. Given their discussion she has no worries about anything getting out anyway; Dick is clearly well versed in discretion. And at this point if anyone at work heard she slept with someone they would likely congratulate her for getting back out there, knowing how she hasn't since before she even met them. She has a lot less to lose now that she's not working a classified job.
Guin lets Dick settle the tab because she has something else in mind: a little thank-you for the invite out in the first place, though she hopes they'll be too distracted to remember it. Once he lets her know where she's going she says.] I'll stop on my way and pick up dessert. You bought the drinks, I can spring for some snacks for us to unwind after.
[After they burn off some calories.
She meets him on the street outside his building not too long later - there's not much of a line for donuts at this hour - holding the bag of Krispy Kremes. But that's absolutely not what she's thinking about as she follows him inside. There's a nervous excitement of wanting this to be good for both of them warring with that impulsive part of her that tells her to stop thinking and just do whatever she wants. Which is at that moment to say something much dirtier than she's said the whole rest of the night as they take the elevator up to the roof. It's part flirt and part joke delivered with a smirk.] I'm not going to be upset at all if you end up eating my pussy instead of the donuts, by the way.
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[Ducking his head, Dick looks at her from beneath his long lashes, enjoy the banter and flirtation currently. One thing Dick has always been fairly good at was talking sex. He never failed to enjoy that one thing at least. He had no idea what he was getting himself into tonight, but it felt like it wasn't a terrible thing because at least there was a date that didn't involve either of them diving into this for the wrong reasons.
With a nod the tab is taken care of. His name was his card, and that was enough. They knew where the bill was going. After saying goodbye with a simple hug, Dick takes his bike back to his place and pulls a few towels from the closet. They will need things to dry with. As an afterthought, he grabs some robes as well-- getting back into street clothes after a hot soak is such a pain.
He runs back down to meet Guin outside and has her greet the man at the front desk, letting him know that he might be seeing her again, and that she's more than welcome to come up the elevator, and that Dick would see to letting her in. Inside the elevator, Dick hits the button for the top floor, and shows her the panel where she can punch in the code to by-pass security.
Right now, he punches in a general code that lets them both into his apartment, most days he has it set to something special that allows people up and notifies him so that he can let them in after they reach the alcove to his door. The door's unlocked. ]
Just grabbing some beer and a bottle of tequila for funsies. I'm glad you bought sweets. I've never really done much eating in the hottub, but we can always give it a go.
[Taking his bag, they step back out to the elevator and hit the button to reach the roof one floor above them. Dick takes out his magic key ring, which consists of a digital scanner-- and then uses the security pad by the door and his thumb print to get on the roof. Did he mention that he also owns the roof? That it's his private getaway space. There are a few secrets he keeps. Stepping out, it's tiled and there's a small firepit to one side, a hot tub not too far away, which is already open and bubbling. It's ringed with twinkling lights and unlit candles currently. Dick laughs and swings an arm around Guin at her comment.]
Darling, if I end up eating you out I'm going to run the donuts through all that goodness, spread it across your body and lick it all off you, frosting and all. It's a good thing there's a deck around the hot tub, huh. I won't make you hold your breath to suck my cock either.
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[She laughs. Guin has never had anyone eat anything off her, and while she's not opposed, she'd just figured Dick would enjoy dessert. Something to help them unwind while they relax in the hot tub and keep the conversation going. Or it's increasingly sounding like there won't be that much talking. She sets the bag containing the donuts aside to where it's safely out of splash range but close enough that she can grab it later without having to get out, before she starts undressing.
For obvious reasons Guin is a little fastidious about the uniform. It's easy to get ot of and neatly folded and set aside. She's not wearing anything sexy underneath, not having gone out this morning with the idea of anything more than going to work and then going out for a drink, but her body is in great shape. She knows she's an attractive woman and while she's not as perfectly toned as she used to be when she had a weekly gym regimen she's still fit. Actually this is a reminder that she should get back in the gym at least once a week, that playing tennis probably shouldn't be the only active thing she does.
She slips out of her bra and panties, adds them to the pile revealing her perfectly shaved pussy along with the aforementioned breasts, but doesn't move right away letting Dick get a good look at her.] Is this the most low-key night you've ever had? [She jokes because she's feeling pretty chill and hopes he is too.]
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Dick slipped his shirt over his head, and began to work the tight jeans he wore off his legs. His torso was lean, but muscular. It was easy to see the strength and power that was worked into his body. He was a natural at everything that had to do with being fit, and kept himself in immaculate shape because he had to. There were also scars that criss-crossed here and there, plenty of knife marks and a few bullet wounds. One very notable scar looked like it tore through and across his jugular on the right side of his neck, almost looking fatal-- but obviously he was here alive. There were only a couple healing bruises, but they were more green blue now than the purple they'd been a few days ago.
He obviously wasn't bothered by anything as he stripped, and moved to the stairs to climb the platform so that he could descend into the warm bubbling waters. Floating to a dip in the wall made for sitting across from the stairs, Dick settles against some jets and sighs, pulling over one of the beers he brought.]
I don't know what I'd do without this up here some nights. It's exactly perfect.
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[Guin slipped in after him. She was feeling bold so instead of sitting across from him she decided to sit beside him. They were obviously developing a comfort level with one another so she figured she could get away with it. Tucking her hair back behind her ear.]
How long have you lived here? It all still feels new to me. Probably because I guess it is, having been overseas for a few years.
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[There's a little bit of guilt there. Dick could have gone further uptown and stayed there, but he prefers to be closer to the action if things get nasty. It's a little bit less nice of an area here, but his place has the built in secret exit to the fire escape which works so that no one can see him coming and going as Nightwing and when he needs to get where he's going he can. Plus, there's a nearby building that offers a chopper pad if he's got to get to another city quickly.
Dick reaches out to run his fingers through her hair, pulling it out of the water as he does and laying it on the surface behind them, bit by bit. It's an aimless motion as they talk, but also a way of touching her without getting too close yet.]
Like I said, I've done renovation on the building. This is one of the older sections of town and an older building. I like to give back when I can. This area needed some improvements, and this is one way I can do that. I used all local contractors and goods when I could. I had been living in a small town before this outside of Metropolis, so this was a good change.
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[She chuckles, looking bashful again for a second. Guin is still fitting in to city life in so many ways. She’d gone from school to basic training to immediately being shipped overseas. So in many ways now it felt like doing things she should have done ten years ago.
She settles her hand on his knee, fingers playing a random pattern against the skin.]
I thought I could be a hero. I certainly wanted to be. But after a couple of years it just wore me down. What I do now, sometimes it feels so unimportant, but I tell myself it’s still a life of service and it’s still helping people. Just in a smaller quieter way. Because you don’t have to worry about paperwork.
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[He used to have a lot more troubles with Bruce, but they've made a temporary peace after Bruce took a dive off the deep end and killed the Joker. It's a large world out there, and there are plenty of criminals for Dick to send off to the pound, whatever flavor they are. There's people who run underground gigs in pretty much every big city, and he's here to break them down and put them down for good, all the way to the top rung.
Dedication to work has always been important to him, but getting out and meeting people is important too now-- so it's nice to be up here with Guin. He smiles at her thoughts on being a superhero. He could see her giving Dove a run for her money.
Dick runs a finger over her cheekbone and turns towards her.]
I've known a couple superheros that were nothing more than really tough ass people, working hard to keep assholes off the street. I imagine that you count.
[Leaning in, Dick brushes his lips across hers lightly, testing the waters at first before pressing in deeper, letting his tongue sweep against the part in her lips, seeking entrance to twist and tangle with hers, wanting to explore and learn her flavor along with experience what it is she has to offer.]
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But the other reason is that Dick kissing her keeps her from protesting. She still wrestles with feeling like she’s not doing enough, even though she likes the people she works with and likes the safety and security. Her inner critic tells her she left her team and left her husband because she couldn’t handle it. So she welcomes the attention. Her tongue slowly tangling with his as she dares to move closer, not entirely on his lap but she’s getting there.]
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Lifting a hand, Dick slides it along her slim stomach and over the trim muscles that she's kept toned by working in the forces as she has. It's easy to see why she's proud of her body. He sucks at her bottom lip and pulls off to kiss down her neck, leaving little tiny pink marks in his wake that he knows will be gone by morning. ]
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He pulls the entire brown circle back, and sucks on it while flicking the nipple back and forth with his tongue. He chases it lightly with his teeth before releasing and then offers the other side the exact same thing.]
Fuck. You're gorgeous. I love your body.
[Dick lowers his legs, and holds her around the waist with one arm and slides his cock along her folds to tease her. His mouth takes hers again, and eagerly ravishes it with his own, using all the skills he has in kissing. Normally he'd spend time with his tongue between her legs, but while they are in the water, he uses his fingers. Two slip inside her and his thumb begins to work her clit.]
There you go, beautiful. how does that feel. Good?
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[Since in this position and especially with the steady rhythm of his fingers Guin is somewhat under Dick’s spell at the moment. She’s breathing harder, a wild look in her eyes between pride at how attractive her body is and how much she wants to explore every inch of his. Once they get this first orgasm out of the way she’ll happily suggest he lay her out on the deck or bend her over. For now she tries to slip her hand down beside his so she can start to jerk his cock, fingers playing over the bulbous head.]
How about I blow you later? Get my lips around this solid dick? Or anything else you want me to lick.
[Because she enjoyed having her ass played with and so was making the offer to do the same for him if that was something Dick found pleasurable. From what she’d seen as he slipped into the hot tub he had an impressive ass and a great cock to match.]
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[Nudging her neck back, Dick works his mouth down to the top of her breast, to make sure he's in a place clothing will hide things and begins to set his marks on her. His mouth pulls her skin tight and deep bringing up large purple bruises that taste lightly of copper each time. Dick likes knowing that for a little while, anyone that sees her with her clothes off will know that he was hers for a spell of time.
It's his mouth, and his fingers that make her feel this way. Dancing his fingers up and in just a short way to make sure he's rubbing against that forward little area while he rubs at her clit, working circles around gently and then more firmly the more he feels it swell beneath his fingertips, he encourages her with dirty words and by telling her how good she looks as he does this, how perfect her pussy is, and how silken she feels inside. All he needs is for her to come for him. That's it.]
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Fuck me, Dick. Fill me with your cum.
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[It'd been a while for him, but this part-- all of it really was easy. He knew women and being the detective that he was, it only took a little while of being with someone to see what they responded to and Dick loved to make a woman respond for him. It didn't matter so much who he was with, he wanted them to melt under his touch. Licking his lips as she came, Dick's only regret was that he couldn't taste her the way he wanted. He pulled his fingers up and sucked at them with a small groan.
Even though there was a heavy dose of chlorine, he could still smell and taste her. There was plenty of her thicker wetness that covered his digits as he licked over them. ] Fuck, Guin. You taste so good. Come here.
[He brought her mouth to his and shared what he had, and then lifted them one brief second out of the water. He pulled a small pearl of come from the tip of his Dick and wiped it over her lips, before kissing that into the mix. It was the two of them combined, and it fucking had him so damn hard. Dropping back in the water, he pulled her over him and slowly began to enter her on a long groan of her name. He'd opened her up and so she was silken and ready. ]
Fuck, oh, fuck Guin. You feel so damn good.
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Maybe Dick was one of those people.
His groan was matched by her wanting moan as he pushed inside her. Dick's cock was hard and thick, exactly thick enough to stretch her and give her that little bit of extra pleasure from feeling so full.] Fuck yeah I like that. God you're so hard. [She panted against his lips before her own curled in a naughty, hungry smirk. He had done a good job of making her crave him already, between the dirty talk and the way he wasn't hesitating in pleasuring her.] If you wanna really get wet, I can show you how to make me squirt. But you might want to save that for when we're out of the water. [She'd rather get herself all over his gorgeous body as much as possible.]
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Copper burst over his palate and he added that to the mixture that would come, the one that mixed up their own carnal delights. Dick never minded any sort of dirty talk. He was pretty good at it when he was in the mood and not focused on work. That was the problem, dragging him away. He was trying, and tonight Guin was exactly what the doctor ordered. He'd do his best to give what was asked, and would ask in return-- to see if it was even in the realm of possibilities.
Finding his pace inside her, Dick worked himself at a more forward angle. Hearing that she could squirt, usually meant that she also had no troubles with inner orgasms and those he knew how to give. It was all about the right angle of his hips and being a master of flexibility, Dick knew how to work his hips and could hold certain positions forever based on his core training ]
Fuck. That's so sexy. We'll save that later, I'll get some towels down and put some somewhere soft where we can really work you up. I'll get you with my cock and my fingers, and see how good you squirt for me.
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But that was a later problem. A problem that only flitted through her head before she was focused on the movements of Dick inside her, on holding on tightly to him and stealing kisses whenever their labored breathing allowed her to do so. He'd already realized she didn't necessarily like to sit still. If she could do anything at all to give back to him while he was pleasing her, she would.]
Oh god you feel great. You can go harder if you want. I like a man who doesn't try to handle me. Although I might be able to show you a few things if you like me being in control. [Said with a playful purr. She didn't have her toys with her, but Guin usually preferred to use her mouth and fingers anyway. She had no doubt she could have Dick as exploding for her as she was about to do for him.]
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Letting go of control was something very rare for Dick, but that might be something he'd consider later if they continued to click in their relationship. For now, all he could think about was how wet and slick her pussy was.] Fuck you feel so damn good. I want to try something else if you're up for it.
[Lifting her off of him briefly, he turned and put her facing the wall of the hottub, then he came up behind her and pushed inside her, offering a far deeper angle. She was free to move against him however she wanted, and even sit back further. This allowed him to pound into her cervix if she was into that. He'd take it as deep as she would let him, with grunt after grunt.]
Oh yeah, this is fucking, ugh, this is so good, you're so good, so tight and wet for me. Fucking love this pussy.
[There was no holding back now. Dick wrapped an arm around her waist on one side, and dug his fingers into her hip on the other, tight enough to bruise later-- but it was nothing that would be felt now as he damned them both with the pace he took. The water swirled around them, fighting back, but this was Dick Grayson and he wouldn't be foiled by a little bit of water, not when he wanted something this desperately. ]
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Don't stop, don't, I'm gonna come... Oh fuck, I'm coming!
[And she punctuated that with another needy cry, this time it was his name spilling from her lips as the orgasm took her. Her hips jerked back into him as the rest of her muscles tensed and she felt everything drain from her body. There were a few moments where it felt like she was floating as the euphoria of her release washed over her. But Guin was never a one and done type, especially when Dick hadn't gotten off yet, and so after that short break there was a hunger in her belly for more. A new lust in her voice even as she was still panting out her breaths.]
Come on. Come for me. I wanna feel everything you've got.
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